tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1532806339426162478.post7344908529322224486..comments2023-07-11T08:11:59.526-04:00Comments on GoodbyeHaran: Ready for a MurseMichael & Joe Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09192738400948268523noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1532806339426162478.post-81304447203445158602011-05-21T05:09:46.512-04:002011-05-21T05:09:46.512-04:00Ha, you're right about the goodwill connection...Ha, you're right about the goodwill connection in Africa. East Africa had that too. I'd see men in women's pants and shoes all the time, and I loved jackets with shoulder pads. Here in France they go pink by choice, there they didn't know better.<br /><br />Our market in TZ seemed to have a direct line to an Ohio goodwill, as everyone was wearing Cincy Reds and OSU shirts. And when my parents visited, they were shocked to see someone wearing a "vote for so-and-sofor city council" t-shirt, a friend of their's in a pretty small race.Michael & Joe Joehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09192738400948268523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1532806339426162478.post-80531741383140717652011-05-16T22:18:33.025-04:002011-05-16T22:18:33.025-04:00(as I'm wetting my pants with laughter) I'...(as I'm wetting my pants with laughter) I'm a bit surprised you've held out this long, after living in Africa . . . maybe it's just a west African thing, but I see men wearing women's pants and shoes all time here. Thank you GoodWill for shipping us all your leftover crap . . . and since only men wear athletic shoes and 'trousers'(and they're all a size 4) it just makes sense. :)<br /><br />I wonder if you can get your LegoLand A-Team as an iron-on appliqué.Deborahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08828461150432290997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1532806339426162478.post-85455816720263527042011-04-16T16:04:31.270-04:002011-04-16T16:04:31.270-04:00Here I am, at 10pm, and the purse is still laying ...Here I am, at 10pm, and the purse is still laying on my bed with the tags on it. I'm over the idea of carrying it. I'm ok with it hanging on a hook next to my wife's. I'm beyond the cultural hang-ups of how it'll look, whether in Europe or in America (though I doubt it will be making trips across the pond with me). Yet I still cannot bring myself to actually sort out my change, credit cards, and license into their prepared spaces. Is that a spot for my chapstick? Noooo.... Perhaps it shall lay empty waiting on me.Michael & Joe Joehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09192738400948268523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1532806339426162478.post-281626494670998862011-04-16T13:39:50.279-04:002011-04-16T13:39:50.279-04:00You must know that urban dwellers in the U.S. have...You must know that urban dwellers in the U.S. have been 'mursing' for a long time. My dad has one. You are in good, hip, manly company. Don't be ashamed.MShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14901483004418530706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1532806339426162478.post-78885727298967675542011-04-16T13:20:55.463-04:002011-04-16T13:20:55.463-04:00Crumbling, crumpling, confessions... seems like it...Crumbling, crumpling, confessions... seems like it really happened. I won't believe it until I see it.Kevin Ebyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13327860173238068074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1532806339426162478.post-60173039025147200322011-04-16T10:41:28.942-04:002011-04-16T10:41:28.942-04:00tsk, tsk, tsktsk, tsk, tskJimmiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05306970531079739785noreply@blogger.com